Eyes on the Prize - 2012/09/29

She has got her eyes on the prize
Now she stares into acrylic glass
Watching them dart back and forth
Devising a scheme to make it past

Each and every day they taunt her
An infectious grin on their faces
While all she can see is slaughter
Of prey devoured in far off places

For hours on end she sits and lies
Pretending to wonder with her eyes
Dreaming of a time water does rise
Bequeathing upon her a tasty prize

Today alas it is simply not to be
For they thrive as she can so see
As this dream fills her with glee
The waiting marauder named Sophie

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